Sunday, September 6th 2009

Yesterday was quite an eventful day.
At lunchtime, Dad and I went to have western food at the hawker centre near our house. The food there is really pretty good. Anyway, we were sitting near this father and his daughter. You know how children are really picky with food and they usually waste it? After they left, her plate was still half-filled. This guy came out from nowhere and slid into the chair, and started helping himself to the leftovers. He practically shoved the food into his mouth without pausing to breathe. When he finished, he table-hopped to polish off another plate of leftovers.
It was a sad sight to see, and I practically stuffed myself silly on the fries I couldn't finish. This is why we are thankful for food.

Wanted to go to Vivocity's rooftop to moon-gaze and write poetry last night, but was reminded about my sister's concert at 8pm, so I met with Salman for dinner. He's a good kid, but I don't think my parents would approve of me being friends with a boy, so we didn't eat at the same place my parents did. We shared our sketchbooks. Mine was mostly filled with source-drawings, but his was really cool! There were some gory ones, and most of them were sketchy, but he got all the body proportions right. Song lyrics, diary entries, drawings, storyboards, poetry. There was a lot of imagination, and I wish I could keep a sketchbook like that! I shall do that after my 'O's.

Then, came the concert! It was sung mostly in German, mostly works of Mendelssohn. I thought they were quite nice, because most of them were happy-sounding. I made sure to follow the poetry in both languages while the choir sang. He put stresses on certain words, and there was accurate imagery of leaves falling and the light penetrating the canopy to reach the leaf-covered forest floor. In short, I liked the concert.

Just minutes ago, my mom passed me my certificate for my Grade 4 exam. With the cert came the comments, and, I must say, they were a great boost to my ego. "O cessate di piagarmi" was my weakest song, at 23/30, and "I feel pretty" was the strongest of the three, at 25/30. English is supposed to be my worst singing language, but what the heck! "Dayung Sampan" was pretty good, too, and I've gotta sing that next grade. The sight-reading portion wasn't that great, 3 marks went to the slips that I made, but I kept going. Got 18/21 for sight-reading, so not too bad. Under "Aural Tests", however, the only remark was "Excellent", with full marks.
AHAH!

I have got to work harder for Grade 5. I'll brush up on my sight-reading so by the time I get to the practical next year, it'll be easy for me and I'll be able to do it fluently. If my teacher does decide to use "l'ho perduta" for next year's exam, I'll be so happy. That song isn't too slow or too fast, and it's very, very emotional. It has an anxious feeling to it, and I think I can do that well.